He looks at a loss. He's told this story a few times, now, and it never gets any easier or makes any sense.
"I ain't crazy." Is how he starts, because he knows he needs to get that across first. Everything after this is going to sound insane.
It might not even be true - he certainly feels like he might be fucking crazy - but. Well. That isn't the point.
"Las' night, I woke up and I was -" He sucked in a breath, and tried to do this as calmly as possible. "-- I was sweatin'. Real bad. My bed, my clothes - it was like wakin' up and I'd been takin' a shower for the last half hour." So far, so good, he was only shaking a little - his left hand, the one that had been broken, quivering at his side. "Felt so thirsty that I could die, so I went to go get a drink only it -" He hesitated, faltering, the shadow falling over his face. "I don't know what the hell happened to me. But I started hearin' 'em, like they were just right there, and my limbs and my hands stopped workin' like they should and just - started hollowing out--"
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"I ain't crazy." Is how he starts, because he knows he needs to get that across first. Everything after this is going to sound insane.
It might not even be true - he certainly feels like he might be fucking crazy - but. Well. That isn't the point.
"Las' night, I woke up and I was -" He sucked in a breath, and tried to do this as calmly as possible. "-- I was sweatin'. Real bad. My bed, my clothes - it was like wakin' up and I'd been takin' a shower for the last half hour." So far, so good, he was only shaking a little - his left hand, the one that had been broken, quivering at his side. "Felt so thirsty that I could die, so I went to go get a drink only it -" He hesitated, faltering, the shadow falling over his face. "I don't know what the hell happened to me. But I started hearin' 'em, like they were just right there, and my limbs and my hands stopped workin' like they should and just - started hollowing out--"